It was Saturday. Susan was at her mother’s for the weekend. The day was his to do with as he pleased. He had a honey-do list, of course, but those t...sks would take very little of his time.The long run had cleared his brain. Depression was a waste of time and feeling sorry for himself would accomplish exactly dick. What he had done was done. It was past. What counted was what he did from now on. In his despair he had considered trashing his last copy of the Master PC program. Now he realized how. He’s not here. I open the door to the washroom; peer inside to find three opened door cubicles staring back at me. Glancing upwards, I eye the red flashing light of the cctv security globe and wonder whether old Claude has managed to stay awake in his dingy office today. A devilish little grin brightens my face as I stare at the reflective ball. Slowly I allow a single finger to slide between my puffy, dribbling swollen lips before bringing them up dripping to find themselves a home in the. His hands stopped when the wedding garter was around my upper thigh... and then I left part of the dress fall down as my hand reached behind his head and guided his face to my quivering pussy.He would not find any panties in his way. I moaned and closed my eyes when I felt Carlos would not fight back or protest.His tongue lapped right over my pussy lips, making me cry in lust and pleasure.It felt heavenly, and the knowledge of what I was doing on my own wedding day made me tingle all over. I. ...and I love the feeling I get when he and others stare at me when I do.I reached over as he was driving and started playing with his penis like I do....in no time he got hard and I pulled his cock out. All the while we were driving by people most of who had no idea. Once I took his cock out and started to stroke it with my left hand I started to rub my breasts over my shirt and a guy in a van saw me and I immediately got more turned on and move my hand to my panties....he sped up to get away.